It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

Appeasement in any way is acceptable?

System, do you want me to be beaten to death by Li Qiang?

Li Qiang's parents were not ordinary people; they used to be construction foremen.

Li Qiang is a loyal friend with many brothers, but he also has a fiery temper.

Damn it, if he goes to comfort Chen Rong, not only will they lose their brotherhood, but he might even get beaten to a pulp.

I don't know why Chen Rong's emotions are acting strangely. Could it be postpartum depression or something?

Could it be that Li Qiang's family treated her badly?

That's not right either; I heard they're quite loving.

Moreover, he knew that Li Qiang was not the kind of man who would treat his wife badly.

Li Qiang's parents were worldly-wise and not the kind of unreasonable people.

Is it because of economic pressure?

He looked at Chen Rong.

She was dressed in home clothes, with a curvaceous figure that looked like she could easily bear children. She exuded the charm of a young married woman, and the men in the village couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

She was holding a baby wrapped tightly in a red swaddle.

Everyone in the courtyard gathered around, praising it in unison.

"This child is so pretty, with fair and clean skin."

"He looks like Qiangzi, his nose is similar, and his eyes are similar too."

He'll definitely grow up to be a handsome young man.

"The Li family has a successor! Good, good!"

Chen Mo slowly stood up.

He saw the child.

The baby's face was small and rosy, and it was sleeping with its eyes closed.

A tiny hand emerged from the swaddling clothes, its five fingers slender, its nails as small as grains of rice.

At that moment, he suddenly understood what "blood ties" meant.

But... damn it, how did I end up at my best friend's house?

"Sister-in-law," Chen Mo walked over, "May I hold my nephew?"

He tried his best to make his tone sound normal.

Chen Rong stared at Chen Mo, stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hugged the swaddled baby tighter.

"Rongrong, this is my childhood friend, Chen Mo. We've been very close since we were little. Just now, he gave the child a gift of 8888 yuan," Li Qiang said with a smile.

"Haha, I still want to hang out with him in the future. Our son is his nephew."

"Okay." Chen Rong handed the child over. "Be careful, support the child's neck."

After handing the child to Chen Mo, Chen Rong glanced at him.

She had met Chen Mo before, but they weren't very close, because when Chen Mo saw her, he would just call out to her and they never talked.

Surprisingly, this brother who seemed a bit introverted and didn't like socializing was actually the most generous.

Chen Mo extended his hand.

This was the first time he had held a child.

The moment that small, soft body fell into his arms, he froze completely.

He was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt him, and he was also afraid that if he used too little force, he would fall.

His hands were stiffly propped up, and he dared not move, like a wooden figure.

The baby stirred in his arms, pouted, and let out a soft hum.

"Xiao Mo, it seems you really like children." Li Qiang stood beside him, grinning as he looked at the baby. "You hold him quite well."

"You'd better hurry up and get married. When that happens, I'll give you a big red envelope."

Li Qiang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and pointed to the table of in-laws inside.

"Those women inside are all your sister-in-law's sisters. Some work in the county town, and some work in Ningcheng. If you're interested, ask your sister-in-law to help you make the connection."

Chen Mo followed the gaze inside and saw several young women who looked quite nice.

"Okay."

"Ha, that's right. You're not bad off, so don't listen to the nonsense from those people in the village."

"You've been to university and lived in the city, so your perspective and knowledge are far superior to those of us roughnecks. You'll make your fortune someday."

Li Qiang looked at Chen Rong and said, "Rongrong, how about we set Xiao Mo up with someone?"

"Okay, I'll give Chen Mo the WeChat ID later," Chen Rong said.

Chen Mo, however, saw the words above Chen Rong's head.

[Ha, I would never let any of my sisters marry a penniless thirty-year-old.]

If it weren't for Li Qiang's generous dowry, which allowed my mother to have her surgery smoothly, I wouldn't have married into this remote mountain village.

Li Qiang hasn't worked for the past two years, and his family has been living off their savings. They've been completely drained. If only he hadn't suffered that hardship and wasted that money, he could have gone to the hospital for artificial insemination...

It turned out to be the case.

Chen Mo returned the child.

He felt an emptiness the moment the baby left his arms.

He sat at Li Qiang's house for more than an hour, drank quite a bit of alcohol, and said a lot of things.

Chen Rong isn't his wife, so of course he couldn't hug her or kiss her...

Li Qiang saw him off, muttering, "Xiao Mo, come over for a late-night snack tonight, let's chat."

Chen Mo nodded and walked home.

Chen Mo pushed open the door to his home; the living room light was still on.

His father sat on the sofa, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You're back? Have you eaten?" Wang Guilan stood up. "There's still rice in the pot, I'll heat it up for you."

"I've already eaten. I ate at Li Qiang's house."

Chen Dayong snorted through his nose.

"How dare you attend a baby's one-month celebration? The baby is the same age as you and already has a son. What about you?"

"Alright, stop talking." Wang Guilan tugged at Chen Dayong.

"I heard you gave someone over eight thousand yuan as a gift?" Chen Dayong stood up, his voice rising. "Are you crazy? You can't even raise your own son, but you have money to raise someone else's son."

"That's my childhood friend," Chen Mo said calmly. "That's my nephew. I'm giving a gift to my nephew, so what?"

"Your nephew?" Chen Dayong laughed. "His surname is Li. What does he have to do with you? You really know how to flatter yourself."

Chen Mo was too lazy to waste words with Lao Deng.

He turned and went into his room, closing the door behind him.

Old Deng's voice came from behind: "You have money but don't you think about how to get married! Over eight thousand! Do you know how long it would take you to save up eight thousand by delivering food and driving for a ride-hailing service?!"

Click.

The door lock clicked shut.

Chen Mo sat down.

A pill the size of a bean appeared out of thin air in my palm.

He glanced at it and threw it into his mouth.

It melts in your mouth, and a surge of heat rushes from your throat to your abdomen, spreading through your bloodstream to every part of your body.

A few minutes later, he was sweating profusely, as if he had been steamed, and a layer of grayish-black oil seeped from his skin.

It smelled bad and was sticky.

After the heat dissipated, Chen Mo checked his body.

All the old wounds have disappeared.

He walked to the mirror and lifted his clothes.

The excess fat on my stomach is gone, replaced by defined abdominal muscles.

The skin on my face has changed too; it's smooth and bronze.

He looks at least three to five years younger.

[The cleansing and marrow-refining process is complete. Host's current physical condition: Excellent. Next, the host can increase their intake of high-quality nutrients to gradually bring their physical abilities to the peak human level.]

Chen Mo stared at himself in the mirror and slowly exhaled.

The last multiple-choice question.

[Bonus: The host can designate any part of the body to grow by three centimeters; it is recommended that the host add this to their height.]

He looked at himself in the mirror.

One meter seventy-three.

For a man, he's neither too tall nor too short; he's good enough.

There's no need to add it.

As for other places...

He glanced down at it.

Hey.

Of course, it should be added where it's needed.

[Selection complete. The transformation will be completed simultaneously with the increase in bodily functions after the marrow cleansing and bone marrow purification.]

The light curtain dissipated.

He took a shower, and sure enough, he looked completely refreshed.

Then he looked down.

Holy crap.

Chen Mo grinned.

This system really didn't lie.

After taking a shower, he was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back.

Just then, my phone rang.

Li Qiang sent a WeChat message: "Xiao Mo, there's a lot of leftover food from the banquet. Come over for a late-night snack, let's have a good chat, and I'll ask your sister-in-law to introduce you to a girl."

Introducing a girl?

Chen Mo figured that Li Qiang had specifically invited him out for a late-night snack because he wanted to ask about driving for ride-hailing services.

Then go for it.

The system instructed him to comfort Chen Rong, in any way he wished.

Trying to appease them directly would definitely get you beaten to death.

Li Qiang's financial pressure is likely a major reason for Chen Rong's emotional distress. So, wouldn't helping Li Qiang solve his job problem be considered a roundabout way to achieve her goal?